I Will Be The Crowned King

"Uh, may I ask... Mr. Draco, how did you know my name?"

At that moment, Anson, who was still smiling, raised the corners of his mouth, and his right hand on his side inadvertently approached the pistol at his waist, while trying his best to block Lisa, who was sitting beside him.

From the time I left the barracks to the time I got on the bus, I only registered my name at the hotel in Oak Town once, and the nameplate representing the academy graduates had been put away in the jacket mezzanine, and the ticket in my hand was also Luther. The bearer ticket Vichy bought...except for the military uniform under the windbreaker, there is nothing to identify it.

All of this, An Sen, who remembers writing a diary every night, remembers it clearly - after discovering that the power of his bloodline would cause amnesia, he picked up this good habit that Anson had left behind.

Under such a premise, a stranger who has never seen him speak his name... Even if the possibility of danger is small, Anson has to be vigilant.

"Ah... I'm very sorry, I'm very sorry, this is already a professional habit!"

When asked about it, Draco was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, and waved at the two people opposite: "As I just said, I am a writer who writes travel novels, and it is almost my instinct to take the initiative to observe and understand current affairs. already."

"Although your military uniform and outer windbreaker don't have any markings, there are obvious traces of blood and mud that have been washed; if there is an active-duty officer on the train from Oak Town to the Royal Capital, I can't think of it except for the Thunder Fort levy. the second."

"Of course, this can't completely rule out all coincidences--the officer who just finished his vacation, it is not unlikely that he took this bus by detouring to Oak Town--so further evidence is needed to determine the identity."

Draco put down his right leg and turned his eyes to one side quietly, staring at Lisa who was looking at him:

"You don't have any markings on your clothes, but this lovely lady is wearing a lieutenant's uniform that obviously doesn't fit the size - I guess the two are very close, so it's probably your old clothes."

"The answer I came to is that you are probably still or have been a young and promising army captain."

"And then there's age - you look too young, a lieutenant between the ages of 22 and 25 who graduated soon, the possibility of appearing in the second-class box of Steel Sky is very low, and this ticket is too heavy a burden on your salary."

Draco, who raised his eyebrows, shook his head: "If you are in a hurry, then you will not choose a comfortable second-class box; if it is for enjoyment, then it will contradict your previous judgment."

"So your figure appeared in my mind - a young and promising officer, who is suspected to have served in the Lei Ming Fort levy, and now needs to rush to the imperial capital as soon as possible, and the economic conditions are very good."

"Then, I remembered a report I saw in Oak Town: the conscription army captured Thunder Fort. A lieutenant colonel who was promoted before the war led an infantry regiment to make a bold surprise attack to capture the main fort."

Draco, whose mouth curved more deeply, put his business card on the table in front of the window and gently pushed it towards Anson with his index finger:

"The officer's name... is Anson Bach."

An Sen, who reflected the other party's slightly smug expression in his pupils, had a thousand waves under his calm expression!

While restraining his emotions, he calmly took the business card handed over by the other party, and swept his eyes quickly from above:

"Mr. Draco, do you 'instinctive observation' of everyone you meet?"

"I'm a writer, this is my professionalism." Draco, who shrugged, said with a smile:

"Of course, most of the time I'm more restrained... er... 'expressiveness' - the newspapers really make up a lot of new words these days - in fact, even if you wanted to hit me now, I wouldn't be surprised at all, something like It has happened many times.”

Oh, so you still have self-knowledge?

"The more important reason is that I'm currently working on the material for the next book, so it's inevitable that I will occasionally act a little too aggressively." Draco, with a guilty face, pressed his hat to his chest and nodded slightly sincerely:

"If it causes you any inconvenience, please accept my apology - in the name of the Ring of Order, I swear, even if you want to hit me now, I will never fight back."

I almost shot you... The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. An Sen, who wanted to ease the atmosphere, said casually, "You said you were shooting for Clovis Truth. What kind of novel is it?"

Upon hearing this, Draco was startled at first, and then he randomly showed a bright smile like sunshine.

"Have you seen Clovis Facts?"

"Uh... once."

"What's your impression?"

impression? Anson frowned and recalled a little:

"...the public?"

"You're too polite." Draco shook his head, shaking his shoulders as if he was trying his best to endure the urge to laugh:

"Bad street news, shoddy short stories, scandals of big names, all maintained by headlines and gimmicks... As a newspaper, it was a failure, and as a reading, it was very successful."

"It sold so well that many newspapers tried to imitate it, and they all failed—because the fun of 'truth' is not the facts, but the stories."

Draco, who was smiling, raised his right leg again, and snapped his fingers with a "crack!"

"To put it more clearly, it depends on people."

"people?"

"The era we live in is boring, so people are full of curiosity." Draco said happily:

"For example, it's not a coincidence that we met today? Or, as you guessed, was it that I tried my best to follow you all the way?"

Still smiling, An Sen's eyelids jumped inadvertently~www.readwn.com~ Really? "

Lisa, who was always quiet beside her, suddenly reached out and asked with her eyes wide open.

"It doesn't matter." Draco spread his hands:

"I'm a novelist, I chase stories and serve my readers; no one cares about the 'truth' of everything, they only care about what happens next."

"For example, to continue our conversation just now - I made it clear to the readers who you are, but the reason why you suddenly left the army for the royal capital, and the beautiful and lovely lady beside you are still a cloud of fog."

"I'm going to the Military Academy to get my graduation certificate."

After hesitating for a moment, An Sen decided to tell a little lie that he was not afraid of being exposed. : "As for her...she's my sister, Lisa Bach."

Lisa, whose eyes widened slightly, wanted to speak, but the next second, she sat down obediently and quietly in her original position.

Draco, whose eyes flickered, showed a sudden realization on his face.

"I see... Well, I've already thought of a good story; but it still needs some work and a little bit of sculpting."

"Well, I'm going to take a trip to the dining car to see today's dishes; we'll talk about it in detail at lunchtime, hoping to get a smile from both of you."

After speaking, Draco got up and opened the box door, and after a few polite greetings, he turned around and walked towards the aisle of the carriage.

Looking at the back of the other party's departure, An Sen, who was in a slightly complicated mood, breathed a sigh of relief.

Lisa on the side looked at the closed box door, and then looked at Anson slowly releasing his right hand on the handle of the gun behind his waist; the crooked little head "thought" hard for a minute, staring at the innocent Flawless big eyes approached:

"Anson, do you need Lisa to help you kill that guy?"